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Post by ManyAsOne on Mar 8, 2008 8:49:39 GMT -5
The guardsman grunted as he pushed the head down on the large wooden spike protruding from the ground in front of the gate. With a few twists and a few more solid tugs downward, the head slipped on, staring out with colorless eyes from a bloated and battered face. The individual was obviously handsome in life. Short dark hair, a square jaw, and an authoritive air around him. Even through the dried blood and early signs of decay it was clear.
The guard set a bucket of paint at his feet and began to write on the wood board he nailed to the spike below the head. After a moment, he wiped the sweat from his brow, stood back and gave a single nod. Picking up his bucket, his hands now stained red from the blood and black from the paint, the guard made his way into the gates and out of sight.
The sign remained unread for an hour before someone happened to pass by the southwestern gates. By that time it had started to rain and the paint had run slightly.
"Behold the would-be tyrant lord, no more than a jester in death. Behold Rannan Hallomein."
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Post by Lokarn on Mar 9, 2008 1:15:30 GMT -5
*It had been a long day and as Onisha aproached Redmist to take the caravan she saw the pike*
The hells is this..... I wonder who they-........ Oh my...... *Reads the sign*
Well now...
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Post by Aodhan the Unusual on Mar 9, 2008 6:51:31 GMT -5
A small shadow lurking near the city wanders up to read the sign. Her jaw drops and she mutters quietly then disappears as the guards make their rounds.
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mourndarkv
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If love is the brightest light, what doth it's shadows cast?
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Post by mourndarkv on Mar 9, 2008 21:13:09 GMT -5
*A black armored figure approaches. His helm removed, long golden locks cascade from his heads crown. His single eyed gaze looked to the gaping mouth of The piked had. A slight smirk creases his handsome lips. When he speaks, it is just a whisper.*
Well well.. how the mighty have fallen. *he leaned down to look the face eye to eye.* Amazing, how things work out in the end.. *He drew a deep breath of the night air.. and released it.* The loss. It is nearly tangible.. praise you, Mistress. Your subtly is not lost on me.. Long Live my Queen.
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Post by EDM Entori on Mar 9, 2008 22:22:23 GMT -5
*A graceful figure is seen drawn in a grey cloak, he approaches with little sound, and lays a wreath of forest lilies at the bottom of the steak*
*a soft melodic chuckle is heard, and the figure vanishes in a silver flame*
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Post by johntherevolator on Mar 10, 2008 6:59:25 GMT -5
A man in heavy black armour wanders past, a holy symbol of Loviatar swinging around his neck. A frown settles on his face as he approches the severed head and he grips the pommel of his sword as he reads the name.
He simply mutters.
"I shall bring him vengence in your name."
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littlelotte
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Player of Lunitari the Bloodaxe
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Post by littlelotte on Mar 10, 2008 11:20:22 GMT -5
A tall woman clad in dark colors, an axe swinging from her back approaches the city walls. Her eyes fall on the severed head of Ranan Hallomein, and a small smile breaks out on her face. She places a hand on top of the head and brushes the soaked hair away from the battered face.
"Pity. We had some good times together."
She pulled back her hand and tugged her hood down lower and ventured into the city without a single look back.
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Panros
Old School
Sneak Attack - Reach out and touch someone.
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Post by Panros on Mar 12, 2008 2:24:04 GMT -5
With folded arms the giant of a man Torgeir stared to the piked head of Ranan somewhat amused and startled. "Hells," stated the North man as he rubbed the thick stubble covering his chin. "Always thought I would be able to do that." A smile creased its way along the Uthgardt's lips soon after he left the city of Redmist in search of another fight.
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Post by canuckkane on Mar 12, 2008 9:06:05 GMT -5
Dressed all in black save the purple fringes of his tabard and cloak, the metal of his armor glinting in the moonlight a mountain of an oran stands staring at the head atop the pike reading the sign below with a snort. "Such a lack of respect for a worthy adversary." Vrulo grunted quietly to himself before heading off to the caravan.
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Post by Quadhund/Greenhouse on Mar 12, 2008 11:42:44 GMT -5
A young woman steps off the caravan and sees the head. A look of panic and terror passes over her face. Her face is frozen as she falls to her knees and begins to weep. "Oh the humanity!" she cries out.
Against the wall, a scarlet guard stands quietly looking on. His hard, cold eyes stare at the scene and no expression passes over his face. He turns and walks through the gates of Redmist.
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Post by wynter on Mar 12, 2008 13:12:18 GMT -5
The women dressed in dark black and green robes steps off the caravan pulling her hood low she slowly walks to the gate stopping at the head.Her hand slowly stretches out and caress the dead mans cheek *sigh* "a pity" she whispers and wanders into the gate talking to herself and wondering if the body is still fresh and for sale
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kos
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Post by kos on Mar 30, 2008 13:13:28 GMT -5
Returning to the city after many, many months journey. A young half orc monk stands before the gates of Redmist.
Casting a glance up and down the wall, he fixes a gaze onto a post at the gate. On the post, a human skull with a sign worn from the elements, hanging beneath. The skull, bright white, picked cleaned by varmints and bleached by the elements.
The only meaning by the sight before him, someone whose death meant alot to the leadership of this city.
Looking closely at the sign, it mentions the death of the one, Ranan Hollomein? Having heard the name and exploits. The young monk shakes his head, not knowing whether to believe what has been presented before him.
Standing still, for what seemed a minute, the monk moves on. Walking away, the monk's mind still wonders what to believe.
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